to share in the moment he took his first breath with the one I shared breath with, to know the moment 'motherwonder' covers her like a blanket, to watch as her self becomes not as important as the tiniest of needs of this babe in her arms, to be filled with such love and pride and respect and awe of this little girl I call my daughter.....not a word can describe it, just to be there to witness the miracle of watching her become 'Mommy' fills my heart with almost more than it can hold

God had said –I need someone to get up at midnight and scoop the most fragile of humanity close to her warmth and rock though she can hardly stand and nourish though she’s mostly sleep-starved and change the diaper and the sheets and the leaked on, leaked through, and leaked down clothes though she’ll have to change them in the morning and next week and that won’t change for years.

So God made a Mother.

Someone who would pour out and bend down and surrender not only to the physical pain of childbirth but the far deeper, unending heart pain of letting go, letting go, letting go – from the womb, from the arms, from the front door. Someone who would know that umbilical cords can be cut — but heart strings never can.

Someone who’d bow her head at night over the child sleeping in her arm — and give thanks to her Father for this hidden life that’s turning a gear for the whole spinning world.

So God made a mother.

You my sweet pea,

The Giving Mother, made by God to be a safe shelter….

I love you really good and forever and always...my sweet pea,Mom

April Darlin', ChaCha and Lulu

Y'all is a much loved southern word. So when we use this expression talking to you, we are giving you all our excitement, wonder, love and just our plain ole' strictly personal opinion. So, for this time, You are our treasured friend, standing at our front door, and we love that you are here. So welcome to our madcap world.